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Cronian

[Andreas Hedlund] Sitting in the subterranean chamber Embraced by the vast solitariness Seclusion concealed by a vision's ember That speaks the words

[Andreas Hedlund] Glacial deserts surround this habitat Where lounges are slaves to the Northern gale An inaccessible position on an inaccessible plat

"We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more

[Oysten G. Brun] The polar sun protrudes through the frozen wilderness As the endeavours of the silent wanderer summon in vain Cease to exist as the

[Oysten G. Brun] Frozen columns spearing the horizon Gazing throughout the stellar endlessness Alone at the peak of sole endurance Under the blue and

'd provide could keep her satisfied so I took to roam the wilderness alone Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see. Crone: "My spell

fickle Marylin's on Send her by air mail, paravion Certificate of X-tacy in my head Hire out Sybil Vase for my bed Croon croon tonight Honeymoon tonight

Mc: frank sinatra sings the old favorite learn to croon. Frankie sings: Learn to croon if you want to win your heart's desire, Sweet melodies of love

me Nothing I'd provide could keep her satisfied So I took to roam the wilderness alone Amid the whispering trees, a wrinkled crone I did see Crone: '